"What's the story this time?" Melissa Hastings said turning to her father as they sat in the rear of the limo being driven to a party thrown by an Eleanor Waldorf.
Jason was making a huge donation to Waldorf Designs and decided to meet the owner before signing over the check. "You've been visiting your aunt in Connecticut." He continued to type on his note pad, possibly adjusting a meeting with another business across the globe.
"And what's this never-heard-of- aunt's name?" Melissa asked sarcastically.
"That's where you can get creative Melissa." Jason answered, stopping his previous task on the notepad in order to take a sip from his glass of scotch.
They sat there in silence listening to the streets of Manhattan fly pass. Melissa glanced over at her father who was back at work on his notepad taking sips of his drink every two minutes. He looked enormous compared to Melissa's small body, saying he was intimidating was a complete understatement, but you had to be in order to own your own company and half of everyone else's in America and England. Jason was dressed up in a signature black Armani cut suit matched up with some black Louis Vuitton loafers.
"Please tell me you're not having urges because I will turn this limo around." Jason said sternly with his glass half-way to his lips.
Melissa shook her head and turned towards the window again. "I was wondering when you would ask me that! I really thought you trusted me."
"You really didn't give me a reason to trust you again." He said placing his glass down.
"The feeling is mutual dad, let's not forget that you're the one who sent me away for three years!"
Jason sighed deeply, "Roscoe stop the car!" he demanded the driver before turning to his daughter. " if you didn't give me a reason to send you away, I wouldn't have done it."
"I'm trying-"
"I'm talking now your job is to listen." Jason exclaimed in full rage, using his index finger to point at Melissa. "I brought you home because I thought you were ready to act like a human being but if I was wrong I can have Roscoe take your ass right back to Connecticut, is that what you want?" he questioned raising his eyebrow waiting for his daughters response.
After a beat Melissa answered, "No." biting her lip and shaking her head not wanting to accept the defeat from her father.
"Good." He responded facing forward. "Roscoe, proceed."
As the limo began to move once again, Melissa held back her emotions while looking out the window, she thought about all the insults she could have thrown at her father during their argument but the daydream would always result in her ending up back in Connecticut. She knew when it came to her father she would always lose, her words were no match for his, because when he spoke he had complete control which Melissa thought she had. The only thing she could do now was put on a face and adjust to her new life in Manhattan, New York. The Upper Eastside.